Abandoned by The Gentleman, Ben
By: Christian X. Gatrtrip
(christianxgartrip@gmail.com)
When Ben gave me to his friends (Leon and Anthony) and abandoned me at a run-down motel on the outskirts of town, I found myself seriously wondering if I'd ever make it home again. Yes, I had agreed to "service" Ben a second time, even though I knew that he was an extremely sadistic bastard and would probably abuse me in ways that I would not enjoy. But I had signed on willingly because of my uncontrollable attraction to Ben's nearly perfect black cock. The downside of it all, was that Ben has apparently lost all interest in his cockslave and had turned me over (handcuffed, collared, and naked) to two total strangers who would probably beat the hell out of the little faggot kneeling in front of them. Be careful what you wish for, I guess.
"Please, I just want to go home," I begged.
Leon, the more verbal of the two, was quick to see the obvious and had no problem pointing it out. "Yeah, well, we'll see about that later. But I've got this dick here that needs suckin' and I'm thinkin' you ain't got much choice but to take care of it... know what I mean."
"I don't even know you."
"Yeah, well I know you. You're Big Ben's cockslut and I'm thinking that little hard-on you got there tells me all I need to know. So how 'bout you crawl over here and start earnin' your keep."
Leon unfastened his trousers, reached in, and set free a 9-inch dark black snake of dick. He pulled on it, stretching it, and then grabbed it at its base with his fist and waved it around, causing Anthony to chuckle from his seat on the bed. Leon stepped to the loveseat and lowered his baggy jeans to his ankles and sat down. Anthony jumped off of the bed and unfastened my leash from the base of the bed frame. He slapped my bottom as if to send me scurrying over to Leon, like a dog hoping for a treat.
"Come and get it, bitch. Don't make me come over there."
Leon's cock was a solid steel rod of coal black flesh and it was truly beautiful. The long shaft was thin and smooth and topped by a shapely mushroom head that was slick with pre-cum. His fleshy ball sac was completely hairless and held two large tasty nuts. My entire body ached from Big Ben's earlier beating, and my shoulders and wrists were completely numb, but all I could think about was how hot this man's cock looked. He had been right after all, I guess I WAS a cockslut, and willing to prove it.
I walked on my knees to the loveseat and positioned myself between Leon's legs. Noticing how willing I was to service him, he stepped out of his pants completely and spread his legs wide, giving me better access to his crotch. I bent my head forward, opened my mouth, and let him shove his black dick into it. I closed my lips around it, tightened up, and then let the whole damn thing slide across my tongue and down my hungry throat. My nose rubbed against the flesh above the base of his cock, and I inhaled the sweaty southern macho smell that drifted off of Leon's skin, making me want him even more.
Leon moaned loudly, leaned his head back, and began to fuck my face, slowly pumping his hips upward. He placed his hands on the back of my head and pulled me forward. He was a little rough, but I didn't care; his cock was so hot, and he seemed to be really appreciative. After a few minutes, Leon relaxed a little and took off his shirt to reveal a slender chest and a nice sweaty six-pack.
He lifted his legs off of the floor, spreading them completely and putting his feet on each arm of the loveseat. "How 'bout you let loose of my cock and stick that tongue of yours up my ass. Ben said you like to eat black butt hole, so why don't you show me what you can do. If I like it, I might unlock those cuffs... but I'd better like it, or I'll beat your ass. How 'bout that?"
Truth be told, I would have preferred to eat his "black cum," but if "eating his butt hole" resulted in losing the handcuffs, well, I thought, show me that butt. Reluctantly, I released Leon's dick from the death grip I had on it and sent it flopping against his abs. I ran my tongue across his sac and then along the fleshy path that led to his ass. I traced a circle around his sweaty hole, licking up the day's funk. I put my tongue at the opening of his chute and stabbed at it, forcing myself inside. I pushed hard and swirled it around, and dove deep and then locked my lips against his ass.
"Holy SHIT, bitch... Damn! That shit is HOT! This bitch is fuckin' my shithole with her goddamn tongue! Damn, Anthony, you gonna love this 'ho. She is one nasty little piece. DAMN. Oh yeah, bitch... Lick my ass... yeah, Lick that ass good! You sure is one-nasty-bitch. ...AAAH, DAMN!"
Yeah, but at this point I was HIS nasty bitch, and I actually kind of liked it. I also liked the idea of losing the cuffs and stretching out my shoulders a bit, but for now, I was just happy to know that I was finally doing something right for a change. My ass was still incredibly sore from the dry-fuck Ben had forced on me, but Leon's reaction got me really hot, and I started to think about how his long cock might feel if he shoved it up my ass. Talk about a turn-around!
Leon grabbed his own cock and slowly stroked it while I cleaned his hole. He wiped the long string of pre-cum from the tip with his finger and then reached down and wiped it above my upper lip as I tongue-fucked him.
"Sniff on that, bitch... better that coke," he laughed at his own joke, and then moved his hips back and forth until my tongue was fully extended inside his grimy asshole.
I felt a hand lightly smacking my ass, reminding me that Leon's friend Anthony was clearly expecting more than just a free show. He wanted some of the action as well, and he seemed anxious to put an end to his role as spectator.
"Ok, bitch... time to show me that tight cunt we been hearin' so much about. I hope it ain't too tight, 'cause I got a real fat cock. Course, I bet you like a fat cock. You like a fat cock in your cunt, bitch?" Anthony smacked me a little harder and then lifted me up into a doggy position. "You like a fat cock up that cunt?" SMACKSMACK. "Yeah, I bet you do. I bet you really do."
Anthony didn't seem to care for the piss-stained panties that Ben made me wear, because he grabbed the waistband and ripped then completely off of me. My cock sprung free for the first time all night and bounced up and down, hard as rock, between my legs.
"Bitch sure is hot for this shit. Look at that, Leon. She's hard as a rock. Damn." Anthony reached between my legs and grabbed my dick and pulled it back as far as he could then let it go and laughed hysterically as it quickly shot back into place, slapping against my gut with a loud thud.
"Damn, that is some wild shit. Turn this bitch around, Leon. I want some of that tongue too, man."
Leon, apparently generous in nature, pushed me away from his ass and ordered me to turn around. "Show me that cunt, bitch, ...so I can git it ready for a nice fuckin'. Open that drawer Anthony and see if Ben left any lube. Ha, bitch is definitely gonna want some lube on that thing. Definitely."
Anthony tossed Leon a tube of lube that Ben had placed in the bedside table (lube that he had failed to use when he fucked me). Leon got down on the floor and started exploring my ass, with a spit-soaked middle finger.
"Ah shit, bitch! You got Ben's cum still up in your ass. Shit!" Leon didn't seem to get off on his cum-coated finger, so he stood up and reached around and inserted it in my mouth, force-feeding me Ben's spent cum. I licked his finger clean then turned my attention to Anthony.
Anthony ripped off his black t-shirt, exposing an expansive bear-like gut, which he rubbed with pride before dropping his black basketball shorts and an old white jock strap (that had certainly seen better days) onto the carpet. His thick fat cock stood out from his crotch, parallel to the floor. It was as long as mine (6 inches) but almost twice as fat. Anthony's cock was intimidating, and I thought that there wasn't enough lube in town to help grease that thing enough to get it into my ass. No way in hell. It's most intriguing quality, however, was the long sac that hung behind it. It was at least 7 inches in length and was filled with two balls that were the size of small chicken eggs. Holy shit, I thought, how on earth does he walk with those things swinging between his legs?
Anthony turned around and faced the bed then bent over and rested his chest on the mattress. His ass was comprised of two large muscled cheeks, and I thought how much they reminded me of what a quarterback might see standing behind a squatting center. He spread his legs to reveal a round purple asshole, coated in sweat and smelling of a locker room.
"Get to it, bitch. Lick it up!"
Leon laughed at the sight of it all. He reached down and picked up the leash and tossed it onto the bed. Anthony took the end of it and pulled my face into his oversized black ass. I stuck out my wide tongue and placed it at the base of his hole and then licked it from bottom to top, like a kid licking an ice cream cone. Anthony moaned and pulled my chain tighter with every stroke of my tongue. His long sac began to swing back and forth, slapping my face, and sending his big balls crashing against my Adam's apple. I wanted to reach up with both hands and cup his massive nuts to massage the cum from them, but my wrists were still shackled, and Leon seemed uninterested in keeping his earlier promise.
As for Leon, he still seemed a little freaked by my cum-filled ass, and I was beginning to wonder if he had changed his mind about fucking me. I really wanted to feel that cock inside of my hole, so I began shaking my ass from side to side to signal that his new bitch was in heat.
"Damn Anthony, she must like the taste of your butt 'cause bitch is back here bouncin' her ass for me. Bitch is nasty... SO nasty."
"Fuck her ass man, you know she wants to have her cunt fucked really hard. Aah, yeah, lick it baby... yeah, feels HOT... stick that tongue up there, bitch. Fuck my dirty asshole. Fuck it good." I stuck my tongue in Anthony's butt hole and licked him clean like he demanded.
"I ain't fuckin' that dirty cunt. Bitch is leakin' jizz. Ben's jizz is fuckin' drippin' out of this bitch's ass. Nasty, man, nasty. Bitch needs a douche, and I ain't up for douchin' no faggot's ass, no matter how tight it is."
I could tell that Leon was torn. He desperately wanted to put that snake up my ass, but he really hated the thought of Big Ben's spunk all over his cock. How weird, I thought. Here he was, being serviced by another guy, desperate to fuck a man's ass, and the only thing stopping him was another man's leftover cum. This guy really didn't know what he wants, I thought.
"How 'bout it, bitch, you ready to suck on my fat cock?" Anthony turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, aiming his fat stick right at my mouth.
"Please. Yes."
"Get that shit, Leon. Bitch says 'Please.' Ol' Ben taught his bitch to say please. Ok, bitch, you can suck my cock, but open wide, 'cause we ain't doing that 'lick the tip' shit. Fat cocks need lovin' too." I stretched out my mouth and went down on his bloated cock. Sucking dick has always been my specialty, so I was more than ready to take the whole thing. Another black cock notched on my bedpost, and I loved it! I was beginning to wonder if white cock would ever satisfy me again.
"Ah yeah... she took it all. Bitch is good, Leon. Bitch is good!"
Since my ass was now out of the question, I thought maybe Leon would consider joining his friend for some double dipping, so to speak, but Leon appeared to have solved the problem he had with my ass. I felt a heavy splash of warm water on my backside, and realized that Leon had let fly a big load of piss to clean off my hole.
"Spread your legs, bitch. I'm gonna wash out your cunt."
Leon aimed his stream at the center of my asshole and washed away all of the cum that had been dripping from it. When that was sufficiently "clean," he hosed down the back of my ball sac and the inside of my greasy thighs. His piss smelled strong, and the whole room began to reek like a public toilet. Anthony was in awe of what Leon was doing and laughed out loud as Leon bathed my backside.
"Damn Leon, you gonna piss on her and THEN fuck her? That's some sick shit, man. I think I'd just've left that cum on her."
"I'm sterilizin' her, man. I AIN'T gonna use Ben's old cum as lube to fuck his bitch with."
Leon got down between my thighs and squeezed a large dose of lube on my pissed-streaked ass and fucked me with two of his fingers. A few seconds later, he put the head of his snake against my hole and started pushing it inside.
"Oh yeah,... this bitch really does have a tight-ass cunt. Squeeze it tight, BITCH. Squeeze my cock!" Leon slapped my ass hard several times as he eased the snake deeper and deeper into my shitter. Anthony stood up and forced his meat against the back of my throat as he leaned forward to get a better look at the slow, deep fucking that Leon was giving me from behind.
"Fuck that bitch man... she loves it man... she fuckin' loves that shit! Aaah yeah, bitch, suck on my cock... damn... she sucks like a fuckin' vacuum, man. Come on baby, suck on that thing... suck it hard. Yeah, Suck.It.Hard!"
The three of us settled into our own rhythm. Leon was a man who clearly enjoyed a slow deep fuck, and he seemed to take great pleasure from the way he let his cock gently massage my g-spot. Anthony had settled down as well and was now stretched out across the bed with his legs and crotch hanging off the side, letting me feed on his plump slab of dark beef. For the first time all night I actually felt comfortable, and for the first time I actually found myself enjoying the whole scene. At that moment I really started to think that I could be some sort of sex-slave, not just to one master, but to two.
"Damn, baby, I hope you're ready for a nice load up that pussy, 'cause I'm gonna blow you a big ol' nut full of my spunk... aaaahh, yeah, tighten up, bitch, tighten up." Leon picked up the pace a bit as he pushed his black pole further and further into my ass. His hips started slapping against my cheeks, which he started popping again with his hand. "Hear it comes, baby... AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! Take it bitch... take it!"
Leon gripped my shoulders and pumped three or four hot shots of cum into my gut and then collapsed onto my hips. He let his snake back its way out, caught his breath, and fell against the tattered loveseat, giving my ass one last playful slap. I could hear him catching his breath, completely spent.
"Man, you GOTTA fuck this bitch. She sure do got a tight little pussy." Leon rubbed his finger against my hole, finding its way back inside, coating it with his own cum. Then, without saying anything, he jumped up and lifted me on the bed, ripping my mouth off of Anthony's fat cock, and forcing my legs across his wide barrel chest.
"Naw man, I wanna doggy-fuck her. I don't want that hard thing drippin' on me. Role over, bitch and spread your legs so I can take a shot at that hole, too."
I knew that this was really going to hurt, but for some reason my desire to please this black bear took over, and I rolled off of his chest and spread my legs, giving him total access to my "pussy." Unlike Leon, Anthony didn't seem to give two shits about the "leftovers" that might get in his way. So he threw my legs up over his shoulders and shoved his fat thumb up my ass. He then coated his cock with a fist full of grease and introduced my ass to its mushroom-shaped head.
"Get ready to scream for it, bitch... I ain't gonna hold back much." True enough, he didn't hold back at all. He leaned in and literally hammered his big cock into my ass. BanmBamBAM!
AAARRGGHH!!!.... He pushed it straight in and pried me open like a chef stuffing the hole of a 30-pound turkey.
"Yeah, that's a fat one, bitch. Learn to love it you nasty 'ho... learn to love it!" Anthony held onto my ankles and pointed them high in the air and slammed his whole body down on my hungry aching asshole.
"Come on you fat fuck... rip me open! Yeah, man, fuck me fuck me FUCK MEEEE!" I had suddenly found my voice again, and I couldn't believe that I was actually begging for this stud to tear me apart with his bloated cock. "AAAH DAMN COMEONMAN! FUCK ME!!!"
"Jeez I gotta see this shit." Leon hopped onto the bed for a close-up view of his friend's performance. "Here bitch, clean off my shitty cock. Open up." Leon's flaccid dick was hanging just inches from my mouth. It smelled like I thought it should smell and glistened with a thick coat of old jizz, dried piss, and sticky lube.
I opened my mouth and swallowed it, sucking a tongue full of funky cock stain down my throat. I was so happy to have this man choking me again. I tightened all of the muscles in my mouth and tried desperately to bring it back to life. After I'd given his cock a good cleaning, Leon stretched his butt across my face and sat on my skull.
"Lick my hole some mo' bitch, that felt real good."
Leon started dragging his sweaty asshole across my mouth and I rewarded him with another tongue fucking. This brought him back to life, and I could tell that he had grabbed that big snake and was stroking it at a pace that matched the one Anthony was using to pound my ass.
Fortunately, it didn't take either of them very long to reach their pleasure point. Leon hit first, blowing another fist full of spunk all over my cock. The two laughed at the irony of their faggot slave unable to whack his own cock, even though it was covered with a nice coat of nature's perfect lube. Leon rose up and shot off the last of his jizz in my mouth. I swallowed it quickly, but not before savoring its flavor momentarily on my tongue.
Leon stood up to enjoy a bird's eye view of his buddy's final few stabs at my ass, cheering Anthony on as he slammed his massive black cock into me with every muscle he had.
"Come on Anthony, rip that bitch's hole.... tear it up good! She loves your cock man, she fuckin' loves it!"
"FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!!!!" I screamed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Anthony rocked the entire bed as he drilled his dick one last time into my chute, coating my bowels with another load of spunk.
I wanted him to pull out, but he seemed content to leave his cock inside as it softened, and I was powerless to challenge him. He stared down at me and laughed mischievously, "How 'bout that douche bitch? You feelin' kinda dirty." With that his face tightened up and his eyes closed shut. I felt a hotness in my gut and realized that he was filling my ass with a big load of fresh warm piss.
"HOLY SHIT MAN. Tell me you ain't pissin' in that bitch? Ahhh shit! Tell me you ain't doin'THAT."
"Damn straight!" Anthony looked back at me, "Take it all, honeypie. I'm gonna clean you out GOOD." My two tormenters kept me pinned to the bed as Anthony's piss shot from one end of my gut to the other. After he finished, he slowly pulled out of me and shook the last few drops onto my thigh. I begged them to let me cum. My cock was literally about to explode, but they had no interest in letting me pleasure myself now.
"Hold on to it, bitch. Keep it tight." Leon was laughing as he lifted me onto me feet and sent me off to the toilet with a hard slap on my ass. "Don't close that door, bitch... I wanna hear it!" I sat down and finally opened my hole to empty my gut. Damn. I couldn't believe that I had held that "douche" long enough to make it to the bathroom. It felt good just to sit there and rest on the cool porcelain chair, so I figured I would relax until I was ordered to return. My reprieve was suddenly cut short when I heard another knock on the door. God, now what?
From the john, I could here Leon open the door and greet the stranger who stood on the other side.
"Uh yeah, Ben said his whore was going to pay for his room when he left. She still here partying with you boys? I don't wanna get stiffed again by another 'ho. I need payment, and she owes me $49.99. It's not Tina is it... that bitch is bad news... bad news."
"Naw, man ain't no 'ho here named Tina." Leon then yelled back at me, "Hey. Your name ain't Tina is it?"
"No. It's Chris."
"See, no Tina here, man. I don't know nothin' about no money though. We was just here visiting Ben and his boy, and Ben left for a while. I'm sure he'll be back."
"I doubt that... he turned in his key already. Uhm... Ben's got a BOY back there?"
"Yeah, man. You know Ben, he's kind of a freak."
"Yeah, I guess. Uhm, what's that boy doing back there anyway?"
"I guess he's doin' what most faggots do after a good ass fuckin'."
"HUH?"
"You know, shootin' it out his ass, I guess. Cleanin' up his shitter. Ain't you ever fucked a boy 'ho?"
"No, man. Well, not since the Army... I had a kid that used to blow me for spare change. I only fucked him a few times him, though. He liked it rough, which was good, but he was Viet Cong, so I had to be careful."
"Yeah well, I don't think the bitch, I mean, Chris has 50 bucks. Maybe you can take it out in trade or something. He likes whorin' it out for the brotha's."
"He's a white boy?"
"Yeah, go on back. He'll do ya. Trust me."
I reached back and flushed the john and sat up in a vain attempt to look as presentable as anyone could look who also happened to be sitting on a toilet, hand-cuffed, wearing a dog collar, and reeking of a piss enema.
I looked up and saw an older black man step into the doorway. He was about 60 (maybe 57 or 58), almost 6', and his hair was buzzed short and was mostly grey. He was wearing an old pair of khaki chino's, a dark green sport shirt with the motel's logo on it, and work boots. His face displayed a no-nonsense expression, but lacked the appropriate level of shock that one would have expected in a situation such as this.
"Are you Ben's 'ho?"
"Yes. I guess I am."
"I need the money. Ben said you that you would have my money."
"Well did Ben also happen to mention that he has my wallet and my clothes and my car keys? I'm thinking he failed to tell you that part, huh?"
The manager thought about it for a second as he studied the situation.
"Blow me, and we'll call it even." The manager unzipped his fly and slid his pants down just past his thighs, which I noticed were quite toned for an old worn buck like him. I suppose they were leftover from his army days. He showed me his cock, which he tugged at and pointed toward me. "It won't take long, I cum quick."
I bent down and let him slide into my mouth. His flesh was warm and the grey pubic hairs tickled the underside of my nose. He wasn't very hard, so I tightened up a bit and stroked the tender head with my tongue. After a few minutes he pulled out and stepped back.
"I have to piss. I can't get hard if I have to piss. Spread your legs."
He leaned forward and aimed his dark cock at the toilet. His dick started spitting piss, most of which landed on my own pole, which started to get hard again as the warm liquid splashed around my crotch. Oddly, he seemed completely unphased by the weirdness of it all. I figured at this point in his life, he'd seen it all.
"You like piss, huh?" he said, noticing my newly formed erection.
"Yeah. I guess I do."
"Open up."
I leaned back and opened up. He redirected his piss so that it shot into my mouth. I swallowed what I could and let the rest coat my chest and cock as it poured out of my face. We were both so relaxed with what we were doing; as if it were something we'd been enjoying our entire lives. How low had I sunk: piss slave to an old black man ...and loving it.
After he was done relieving himself, he put his hands on the back of my head and attempted to pull me forward again.
"Please. I'll let you fuck me. Would you like to fuck me?" God, what was I saying?
"You want to stand up and turn around, or do you want to sit on me instead?"
I thought about it and then uttered something that I couldn't believe came from me:
"What I really want is for you to bend me over this toilet and hold my head over the bowl so that I can smell your piss. Then I want you to force that hot black cock you have there up my ass and fuck me as hard as you can and as fast as you can. If you want to whip me first, then I'd be okay with you sitting on the john while you stretch me out over your lap to spank me. I need a firm hand sometimes to show me who owns me. If you want to take off your belt and whip me with it, that's ok too. I probably deserve it, and I'd probably like it, even if it hurts a lot. I'm not a whore, but I think I might be a slave, and I'm willing do whatever you need me to do to make you feel good. I really will do anything."
And I meant every word of it.
"Stay here. I'll be right back." The manager left the room and joined Leon and Anthony. I could hear him speaking from the bathroom. "I got it from here boys, you go on home now, 'cause I gotta get back to work." A few seconds later I heard the door to the room open and close, and then the manager returned to the john, where I was still sitting on the toilet, high from the smell and aftertaste of his piss.
"The tall one gave me the key to those cuffs. If I take 'em off, will you still stay here and do all those things, or were you just trying to trick me into helping you get out of here?"
"I don't think I deserve to be freed. I can't honestly say what I would do if I were. I prefer to remain like this until you know you can trust me. You decide. You are my Master... if you'll have me."
The powerful looking old man thought about it.
"I have to lock up the office. Crawl out here into the bedroom." I followed him into the bedroom and waited, praying for him to claim me.
"Stand up and face the bed with your back to the window. Good... now spread your legs and bend over so I can see what it is you're offering me."
I bent over at the waist and put my head on the bed, letting my leash puddle next to my face. I aimed my cunt toward the window and hoped that he might be pleased with it and would want to keep it as his own to use in any way he wanted. He lifted his hand and gently pulled it across my bare bottom, smacking it lightly a couple of times. He then reached down and grabbed my ball sac and squeezed them in his fist. It hurt like hell, but I stayed still like a good slave should while he is being inspected. He put his face close to my ass and smelled my hole and then sniffed at my sac.
"I'll be back. Don't move from where you are. I will be a while."
He turned on the overhead light and then pulled the drapes open, exposing me to anyone who might walk by. My face turned red from embarrassment, and my eyes filled with tears that I couldn't control. Why was I crying? Really, I had no idea. He opened the front door and walked out onto the sidewalk. I never heard the door shut, but I heard him walk away, and I could feel the warm summer wind blowing against the back of my legs while I waited.
There was no clock in the room, so I had no idea how long I waited for him to return. As I stood there, I could hear heavy footsteps pass the doorway, pause briefly, and then continue on. No one came in and bothered me, but I sensed that people (men, I hoped) were enjoying the sight of me, spread open and exposed to anyone who wanted to look. I had a chance to call out for help. I was, after all, alone. I was handcuffed, naked and with no identification, and if I'd wanted to find someone to help me, I could have. But I did nothing. I didn't stay because of fear or, for that matter, desire; I stayed because of some weird sense of obligation to the old guy... and because my own curiosity told me to.
So there I stood... waiting.
(The End of Part III. This piece is actually the first half of the conclusion of the series. The section was too long for a single posting, so I've split it into two parts. I will post the final section in a few days. Enjoy and play safe.)